Birds flying overhead.
They are heading south.
They want more.
So do we.
The birds want warm weather,
a necessity for their survival.
We want luxuries,
the new and the best thing.
Pour out all our money into luxuries
until there is no money left.
The money becomes our god,
we worship it.
Then we forget.
We forget what we're supposed to worship
The One who brought us here,
the One who promises more.
We go through our lives searching for more.
We abandon God.
God is more.
God is what we're searching for.
